Interlude (1.3)

I can see that the light in his eyes is fading. That's what happens when extroverts are stuck indoors.

"The same as usual." I take a seat on the chair. "Is there anything new?"

The TV screen turns black. Kyle grumbles to me, "My girlfriend broke up with me."

"Your girlfriend broke up around eight months ago." I frown at him. "She broke up with you before I woke up."

"It feels like yesterday." Kyle rests his head on the couch arm. His jade green eyes well up.

Unlike me, he has jade green eyes. The colours of my eyes depend upon the light. They are either green or blue, according to the light. I also have golden freckles in my eyes. My father, who is a biology professor, told me that it's a beautiful union of central and sectoral heterochromia.

"You are admiring yourself in your brain again," Kyle states in an accusatory tone. "What a narcissistic person! You w